Hi, I’m Derek. Hey, I’m Carine. And we are about to take our school bus from Montreal down to Florida to finish converting it into a tiny home for fulltime living. So… that is not exactly what happened. Sort of. But it’s complicated. So, let’s start with where we are now. We are in my shop in Montreal. And it turns out I really like building stuff. I already knew that, I guess… But I didn’t *know* it until the whole bus fiasco of 2018. I will tell you the whole bus thing in just a second. But first… We’re not together anymore; we broke up. And to be honest, it’s a large part of this whole story, plan, thing that I’m telling you right now. I’m not going to stay here — We’ll get to that. So we’re going down to the border. She’s Canadian, and I’m from the US. “approaching the border” “this is a bus” “border agent” Where you going? We’re going to Florida. Why you going to Florida? We’re going to convert this school bus into a tiny home because we’re millennials! Uh huh. How long you going to be here? Oh, we should be there about four months. Yeah… that didn’t really work. Four months? Y’all are together? And you work remote? Mm mhm. Nope. We figured out how to make it work in the end though. It involved a plane ticket down to Florida, a plane ticket back. a whole bunch of paperwork. and, oh yeah, me driving the bus down to Florida by myself. End result though is, it worked. And we spent the next four months ripping the bus apart. and rebuilding it into something actually pretty cool. So I went to see friends in New York City As well as their new kiddo who happens to be my godson. And the neat thing about driving long distances is it’s this really cathartic thing for me. You get to kinda just spend time in your own head and let your mind wander a bit. So I guess that’s what I was doing. And I think that after ten years on and off mostly on… my stint in Canada has come to an end. If nothing else, I cannot stand the winters here. And Montreal? So where next? I have lived in all four corners of the US and a couple places in between. I have been through all but two of the fifty states. I’ve got friends all over the place. And… Yeah, I got this weird little personality to try to fit in somewhere. So having been all of these places and seen all of these wheres Where do I go? That’s just it. I’ve got no idea. I’ve got *an* idea. You see this little trailer right down — there? The bus is too much. It’s too big. It’s too hard to navigate around a city. It’s too hard to find parking. And that thing uses so much gas. So I’m not going to travel around the country in the bus. But I do want to travel around and explore all of the places that, you know… I might like to live. I mentioned that I figured out that I really like building stuff. That’s because of the bus. If it weren’t for that whole ordeal I wouldn’t have come to the profound realization that my joy-sparking happy place is standing there usually with some sharp tool in hand covered in the gore of whatever sawdusty or metalchippy thing I’ve been working on. So here’s the plan: I’m going to take that trailer down there. And I’m going to turn it into one… tiny beast of a livable space. bed, shower, kitchen, toilet… other stuff. I’m going to take every mistake I’ve made over the last few years about tiny living spaces. And I’m going to try to do something a little bit less wrong. From there, I’m going to travel all over the country and I’m going to explore every possible place that I would consider calling home. That’s the plan. Next time, among other things I will introduce you to my two slightly peculiar animal buddies who will be joining in on this whole adventure.